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Let us climb where the eagles keep guard on the rocky grey ledges,
Let us lie 'neath the palms where perchance we may listen, and reach
A delicate dream from the lips of the slumbering sedges,
That catch from the stars some high tone of their mystical speech.
Or perchance, we may glean a far glimpse of the Infinite Bosom
In whose glorious shadow all life is unfolded or furled.
Thro' the luminous hours ere the lotus of dawn shall reblossom
In petals of splendour to worship the Lord of the world.
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